What started as some kind of stress relief slash childish urge to do something he wasn't supposed to, has turned into something that very muchly so has the ability to ruin Jasper's life. Ruin both of their lives, and the lives of those that depend on them as well. That should stop him, it really should, and maybe it is his knowledge that Sungki and Baein and even Daeshim would be fine without him that keeps him going. Or maybe he is just greedy.
Yeah, that sounds like him.
He is greedy, wants more of this; wants more of Bishop and his attention, of Bishop and his pissed off face, and his snarky remarks, wants more of these strangely perfect gifts and bruises in the shape of Bishop's hands. He wants and it's going to drown him. Better yet, he is going to let it.
Jasper almost pouts when Bishop laughs, is trying to muster up a barb of sorts, but then Bishop is kissing him and it's softsoftsoftstupidstupidsoft and Jasper ends up gasping into the kiss as he moves to wrap his arms around Bishop's shoulder's to deepen the kiss. It's stupid, because it means he is relying entirely on Bishop to keep him from smacking his head against the desk, but what is even more stupid is how he knows Bishop won't let him.
"Fuck," it's a sigh against Bishop's lips, fingers curling in his hair against his neck. Jasper hums, shivers and tries to gather his thoughts that are scattered like the glitter he leaves all over Bishop's sheets. "'f course, you better still fuck me over this desk though. Been a bit of a fantasy of mine."
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Yeah, that sounds like him.
He is greedy, wants more of this; wants more of Bishop and his attention, of Bishop and his pissed off face, and his snarky remarks, wants more of these strangely perfect gifts and bruises in the shape of Bishop's hands. He wants and it's going to drown him. Better yet, he is going to let it.
Jasper almost pouts when Bishop laughs, is trying to muster up a barb of sorts, but then Bishop is kissing him and it's softsoftsoftstupidstupidsoft and Jasper ends up gasping into the kiss as he moves to wrap his arms around Bishop's shoulder's to deepen the kiss. It's stupid, because it means he is relying entirely on Bishop to keep him from smacking his head against the desk, but what is even more stupid is how he knows Bishop won't let him.
"Fuck," it's a sigh against Bishop's lips, fingers curling in his hair against his neck. Jasper hums, shivers and tries to gather his thoughts that are scattered like the glitter he leaves all over Bishop's sheets. "'f course, you better still fuck me over this desk though. Been a bit of a fantasy of mine."